Sunday's Gentle Unfurling

A Gentle Rain Pause

The morning breaks on Sunday's stage,

A soft wind turns the day's first page.

A misty stillness, cool and deep,

While waking trees begin to sweep.

Finding strength in the foundation. This tiny leaf, dew-kissed and resting on ancient Pitons roots, reminds us that true life and resilience start from the ground up.

The island breathes a quiet hum,

Before the busy day can come.

A single petal, fresh with dew,

Reflects the sun, so clean and new.

This is the pause, the moment found,

Upon this sacred, quiet ground.

A time to watch the light unfold,

A story waiting to be told.